I have always pushed boundaries, though I am only recognizing it now. I am “living on the edge of inside”. The image “Profound Longing” haunted me all week in, the kind of haunting that is a beckoning. Lower right an almost imperceptible there is a distant flame surrounded by a faint dispersal of light, then turn the image 360 degrees tucked away in the upper left is this small image of a person surrounded by a pinkish band like a stone rippling in the water. I recognize this is me ensconced in longing, “I am okay kind of longing”. In the 1980’s the bold red rectangle was an image of my longing; it’s like I was pounding on this thick rectangle with the words of longing of Psalm 63. In the ensuing years I have slipped through, perhaps much like Jesus’ entrance entrance into the upper room where the gatherers were veiled in fear. This week “awe and ordinary ” are a blend of I am okay. I am where I am to be. No longer the pounding( i.e.me) kind of longing. Yesterday I took the Access bus for some shopping of necessary items. My legs gave out on me some 45 minutes before catching this bus back home. Sitting on my walker as people passed on either side of me, I prayed Vespers sending out waves of blessing, me, upper left corner of image, a hushed blend of awe and ordinary. Thank you Hans Hofman; thank you, all WoW community.
